Spitball Army

One of the pool’s occupants was a young black boy, about ten years old. I could see him jumping up and down in the four-foot free-swim zone as I was swimming my laps. His feet would leave the pool floor, then come back down – his knees would immediately bend and he would jump back up again. Over and over and over.

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– My favorite writing instrument is an L.C. Smith manual typewriter with glass keys that is in perfect working order, sits atop a desk in my office, and rarely gets used.

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This year I pledged to make good on my internet yapping and mail Christmas cards, something I haven’t done for many, many years. It turned out to be a pleasantly satisfying experience.

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